[b]Point: Someone important to a young boy is leaving.[/b]


[hider=Was listening to dubstep when I wrote this melodrama.]
The early morning breeze squirmed its way through what little space was offered to the elements, blowing through the open streets of Heimdall town.

Alucard could taste the faint saltiness in the air, and briefly recalled a memory that included flashes of a sunny beach, revelry of both good food and better company; the recollection was distant, almost on the brink of forgotten, and despite the merry experience, it did little to quell the unease in the pits of his stomach.

His fingers felt like useless extensions protuding from hands that didn't dare reach out to grab the one person he knew would forever miss.

Blue eyes, deeper than the seas beyond the town's frontier, held a sadness deeper still. They shone with unbridled tears of distraught, but the boy's pride drew a line to the display of emotions. He could not allow himself to cry; if he did, the innocent and clueless toddler clinging to the leg of his green, flannel pants would follow suit.

"Now, Alucard, I want you to promise me something," the children's nanny flitted her amethyst eyes onto the young girl, whose face was dusted with freckles and curiosity.

Alucard felt his chest lockdown - it hurt to breathe out. Every time he did, the lump in his throat became harder to shove down. "I'll take good care of Susannah," his coarse voice pierced through the melllow tranquility. Its harshness surprised even the brunet himself. He dared to look up at the nanny who had her unsettling gaze on him.

Her smile was gentle. Controlled, demure, but also gentle, like the touch of a sheep's fleece on his calloused hands.

"I want you to remember to take care of yourself, too," her sultry voice quietly brought away a pinch of misery, "If you fall, Susannah will be sad. You're all you two have now."

He wanted to question her why this was the repercussion they had to pay for, but of course he knew the answer. If she remained, the person who would suffer would be her flesh and blood. It was unfair, but at the same time, just. Where his own parents failed, the blonde woman made up in spades, and he couldn't selfishly demand for her not to go back to her true home.

Alucard briefly registered the sound of the horses' impatient sighing, their hooves clopping on the tiles of the street. The staccato clicks and thuds resounded with the erratic rhythm of his heart.

Before he could interject any comment, the flaxen-haired caretaker ordered the carriageman to move. And thus was the last memory the brunet ever had of their nanny Gertrude.[/hider]